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Life feels like a merry-go-round that plays the tune of work, obligations and communications over and over from day to day and week to week until the weeks turn into months and the months into years. Who has time to stop the merry-go-round long enough to remember those childish fantasies that felt so doable yesterday? Tomorrow is calling and performance evaluations loom and the carpool is waiting and the mortgage is due.

Better keep riding the merry-go-round. It’s familiar and sort of safe. And everybody else seems to be going the same way. And now the boss is texting. Better shut down those squeaky ideas that once seemed so possible. Focus ahead. Get those blinders back on. Maybe later there will be time enough to dream.

Or maybe not.

Maybe the merry-go-round horse just keeps its predictable pace year after year in spite of the dreams of its riders. Mechanical horses don’t sense beating hearts. They can’t detect the slight ache that says it’s time to make a change. Still the heartbeat beckons. The barely audible call persists. Shhhhhhh…., listen.What is your heart calling you toward?

What if only for a day or two you could listen for that gentle voice within? What if you could dismount the circus horse and tend to your own internal gifthorse just long enough to remember your imaginings? Where might your gifthorse lead you?We can meet you beyond the merry-go-round in that magical field where you can talk to your gifthorse and speak of your longings. Come meet us there.